This story is a follow-on from last week’s Friday Fictioneers contribution, Shattered. If you missed it or want a reminder, you can read it by clicking here and then this week’s story will make a lot more sense.
This week’s prompt is a photo by ©John Nixon
“I saw what you did”
As dawn filtered through the forest Kristina cursed her stupidity.
Her father had come home yesterday evening wearing a black jacket that she had seen somewhere else that day. Was he among the men who murdered the American?
When everyone was asleep she checked his pockets and found the balaclava. He hadn’t even tried to hide it. Maybe he planned on using it again.
Kristina left quietly, walking all night. But now she was lost, and terrified of going back instead of forward.
And because of a note she had written to her father in anger, she could never go back.